Chapter 2064
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Girl
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YunfengWords: 882Update Time: 24/01/11 09:13:36
"Of course it's true! Why did I lie to you? Didn't you see that his face was itchy just now? That's Qinan pollen poisoning! If not handled properly, it may be life-threatening!" I explained.
The leader's expression changed and he asked quickly: "Are you a doctor?"
"Well," I cupped my fists and said, "My ancestor was once an imperial physician at the Imperial Palace Hospital of the Qing Dynasty. It has been passed down to me for the seventh generation."
"Then sir, please come in quickly and help me take a look!"
Hearing what I said was so serious, the class leader was also afraid that someone would be responsible for it, so he quickly and respectfully invited me in.
After entering, the class leader explained, and the man looked painful and said, "I don't know what's wrong! I feel hot all over my body right now! My face is itchy! Sir, you must save me!"
I frowned, sat down and said, "Reach out your hand and I'll take your pulse first."
I know how to take the chicken's pulse, but I have seen Dr. Fan take the pulse, so I learned the posture in a good way.
"Well...that's right, my blood is hot and dry, and my pulse is fluctuating. Did you go to the river yesterday?"
"I x! Miracle doctor!"
"Miracle doctor! You must save me! I'm itching so bad now!"
"Most of the chinensis flowers grow by the river. Don't worry. It's our doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded. First of all, stop scratching. Otherwise, the more you scratch, the worse it will become."
"I'm going to write you a recipe now. Do you have any paper and pen?"
"have!"
I quickly brought paper and pen, and I started writing on the paper.
After I finished writing, I blew it and handed it over. The girl’s junior sister took it and looked at it first. She raised her head and said with a strange expression on her face: “Sir, you wrote it...a little bit...a little bit.” It’s so elegant that I really can’t understand what’s written.”
"It doesn't matter. You can take note of it if I dictate it."
I stood up and said: "Three pounds of liquor above 50 degrees, five pounds of water, and half a pound of dried Sichuan peppercorns. After boiling, wash your face once in the morning, noon and evening, and apply snake oil ointment on your face. Don't be exposed to wind during this period. This will last half a day. It relieves the itching and can be cured in three days.”
After I said that, I turned around and left, and the junior member of the theater troupe quickly chased after me.
"Sir, wait!"
"What's wrong?"
She suddenly blushed and lowered her head. He whispered: "Sir, you have great medical skills, but I... I have a condition that is difficult to describe. Please help me, sir, to take a look at it."
I scratched my head and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's because gynecology is not my strong point and I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you well."
"Sir, you are being humble. Just take a look. I won't blame you if it doesn't work." After saying that, she reached out and asked me to take my pulse.
Without telling me the cause of my illness, I just took my pulse. It seemed like this was a test for me.
Now I'm riding a tiger and it's hard to get off, so I can only bite the bullet and get up.
I simply took her pulse and saw that she was slender. I immediately frowned and said, "Are you usually afraid of the cold at night? Are you afraid of the heat during the day? You usually have a normal appetite and don't eat much?"
She nodded yes repeatedly.
I smiled and said, "It's not a big problem, you just have inflammation."